Book excerpt: I love you. Three simple words. I have said them before; I have had them said to me; were they meant sincerely? I like to think so. Were they actually true deep down in their heart? Maybe. This is a love story. This is my love story. It is a complex love story, filled with conflict, desire, sex, and sadness. Is it true? Did these things really happen? Does that matter? My love story is a messy, complicated, addictive and, yet I think, pure love story. It wasn’t until I was 26 and my best friend announced she was engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love. Pure, unconditional love. A love that overwhelms you. It is intoxicating; bewildering; overwhelming; haunting. This is the story of how I found such a love. And this is a story of how my love ruined a wedding…